First verse:

I still remember the last time I cried
That was ’06 the night your brother died
So when I’m told of your impending arrival
As a 24 week old premmie my spine chilled
Hands clamming up I’m standing and just drop the phone
Speeding down the freeway to Subi’s King Edwards Hospital
It’s not good, I can tell by the Doctor’s tone
Maybe save the baby or a stillbirth’s how the options go
But if you try to save the life it’s rife with complications
Increased percentage of disability in the equation
Facts and figures shoved in front on a pad
They range from horrid to sad
Consult our mum’s and our dad’s
Because it’s going to impact
The whole family if the result is bad
He might as well have put a gun in my hand
And now I’m stuck, give my son a real chance
Or call it quits and not risk the fifty odd percent stats
Of a death on arrival the question was primal
Negative “no”, the positive “yes” to survival
We felt it’s only right to let him now fight
And the minute we said we did it went mental my wife goes
On a hospital bed screaming when struck with injections
Leaving magnesium under her flesh
Wanting to rip her own skin off was intense
As each evening she’s being squeezed with steroids for his chest
And it’s all so much stress with the hope of success
Diminished then reappearing each moment a wreck
When I’m home and depressed
Sculling alcohol till I’m numb from myself
It sucked knowing I could do nothing to help


Second verse:

9th of March saw your four month early arrival
Surrounded by about five nurses a child weighing
Just over 700 grams they’re saying he’s been revived
And made it alive they’ve taken him right away
To nursery 3, premature baby ICU
Soon as I step inside feels like a zoo
Caged little things trembling parents beside them boo’ing
Bright lights and soon I arrive for my first sight of you
Barely the size of my hand without an ounce of fat
Cotton bud for a nappy and have
Doctors shoving tubes into you’re throat
Wires leading to a beeping computer and so
Here it is: the birth of my son “congratulations”
I’m sat they’re swaying this doesn’t feel like a celebration
Seeing complication taking the lives along the way
Left me feeling sorry but also grateful you made it.


Outro:

You've been a fighter from the starting day
Can't believe you made it out OK
So anytime that you're feeling doubt
Don't forget you're here now....